Are you the greatest poem,
you still have to write
And if not—what's the point
of it all
Are you the repository of
all you have felt
Or the dealer and merchant
of lies
Are your thoughts tattooed on your
immortal soul
With your feelings exposed
or held back
Are the words disconnected
from the ink in your veins
Do you live within
all that you've said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2016)
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